A/N: Okay … so this is my first fanfic … so … please be nice … and yes, it is set in Australia, be warned though … the grammar may be terrible … but some of it is on purpose, like using 'me' instead of 'my' … why? Well, I actually talk like that … so … yea.

Also, my inspiration for this is from 'Tomorrow, When the War Began'.

Chapter A: Because Letters are cooler than numbers anyway.

"Jaaaaaack," came the annoying sing-song voice of my best mate.

"What?" I asked through gritted teeth, fully prepared to hit him.

He only grinned at me, "Temper control," he warned in amusement. "We all remember what happened last time."

Oh, yeah … I grinned at the memory.

Marly, the prissy girl at school, decided that she hated me because her boyfriend liked me more than her … as a mate, mind you.

Anyway … so she decided to confront me while I was hanging with the guys on the oval … and … it kind of turned into a fist fight after she called my mate Bell, a slut.

Yes, I threw the first punch, but the scrag was bloody asking for it. Although, I must admit, for a prissy rich snob, she wasn't a half bad fighter. So, we traded blows, being egged on by the guys, and others, when the principal intervened.

Now, me being caught in a fight was nothing new … but … I may have decided to 'accidently' punch my principal in the face.

I was suspended for four weeks.

Pretty slack punishment, eh? But I wasn't complaining. Not to mention I gained a bit of a rep with the younguns after that. The year sevens thought I was 'badass' and 'hardcore'.

Please, I'm just overprotective of me mates is all.

So, moving onto my group … which is fairly awesome in my opinion.

Mark, the 'manly man', as he likes to think of himself, is someone I like to think of as your typical rural … tanned, never has a shirt, 'smooth with the ladies' (he thinks), mouth of a damn sailor, and seems to think that school is a waste of life, 'cause he's gonna own his own bull farm and have seven kids.

… Good luck with that. Best of luck to you.

After Mark, we've got Bell, which is short for Belinda … but we call her Bell. She's our resident bookworm. Not a surprise really … her mum owns the local library after all. She takes after her mum too, same red hair that we constantly tease her about. She's my go-to-girl for advice. Well … when she's not sucking the face off Greg, her boyfriend and the towns footy star. He's pretty cool though, i used to play korfball with him. And i'm not even going to try and explain that sport. Go find out for yourself if you're interested, but i'm not telling.

Okay, so, after Hells Bells and G-man, we've got Casey. Sweet, innocent, Casey. She's generally considered the prettiest girl in town, with her blonde hair and big blue eyes … too bad she's she oblivious. I remember the day she joined our group … it was back in year nine … one of the cruel bitches in year twelve had been picking on her … I sorted her out … through a prank that is too epic to repeat … Space Case has been with us ever since.

And then comes Doug. Bloody stoner, that one. Don't look at me, I don't even like the guy, I just tolerate him 'cause Mark likes him. So, he sticks around. He's an okay looking bloke alright .. but damn … every time he opens his damn mouth I just want to punch it.

And lastly there's me, Jack … or Jaye, or JJ … yes, I'm a girl, in case you were confused. My actual name is Jacqueline, and I say this with as much distaste as I possibly can. I'm the blonde with a problem for well … many things. I live on a property outside of town with six horses, my best boy Tank, and a swearing cockatiel that lies to mimic the phone. Mum works for the local counsel and Dad's works for the cop shop … he hates it when his partner brings me in for getting caught doing one thing or another.

… So, that's us.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of my face, waving.

I blinked rapidly and turned to face Mark.

He was laughing, "How was Narnia?"

I scowled an slapped his hand away. "Nicer than your face."

"Ouch, that hurts, Jack. Really cuts me deeps."

I couldn't help but smile and shake my head at his familiar sarcastic drawl. "You're such an idiot."

He grinned smugly, "You love me for it."

"Unfortunately," I agreed.

"So, what do you think? About the trip?"

Mark wanted us to head up the creek again, to our camp spot … away from everything, no one but us knew about it.

"Yeah. It sounds like fun. What's the worse that could happen?"

Famous last words.

I probably jinxed the whole thing.

But in all honesty … we were just going to head up the creek … it not like the whole town would vanish while we were gone … right?

I need to stop watching disaster movies. don't I?

END OF CHAPTER A.

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